A unkempt little boy learned to bow,
Sit by the raspberry moss.
Passers-by ask and wave,
Frightened fish should not be surprised.
Modern poetry:
Pick up the raindrops of childhood with your heart,
Keep the wet wind of childhood with your hands.
Looking forward to the eternity of childhood in the fields of spring.
White clouds are our happy past,
The richness of lakes is our true feeling.
What's stirring in the air,
This is our dewdrop laughter.
We were deeply moved by the glory of this childhood.
Childhood is priceless!